Speaking of music

As most parents figure out, when you introduce your children to music, you better be prepared to listen to that same music over and over. Bobby has listened to Jazz Samba everyday for well over a year. I bought Motown No. 1s for us to listen in the car, and that worked well, until I realized that I was never going to hear any music past 1965. We always had to start on the first song, and by the time we were at our destination, we'd be, maybe, at "My Girl". The only good thing is that I won't have to explain to him what "Let's Get It On" means.

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Anonymous said…
I never would have pegged Bobby as a Jazz Samba kind of guy.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005 12:49:00 PM
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